Collected Poems (1994) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFFGHGEGEIJKLKM KNEEOIIIIIPQECECECLR ESEIEECC

Lying in bed this morning just a yearA
Since our first days I was trying to assessB
Against my natural caution by desireC
And how the fact outdid it my happinessD
And finding the awkwardness of keeping clearA
Numberless flamingo thoughts and memoriesE
My dear and dearest husband in this kindF
Of rambling letter I'll disburse my mindF
Technical problems have always given me troubleG
A child stiff at the fiddle my ear had praiseH
And my intention only so as was naturalG
Coming to verse I hid my lack of easeE
By writing only as I thought myself ableG
Escaped the crash of the bold by salt originalitiesE
This is one reason for writing far from one's heartI
A better is that one fears it may be hurtJ
By an inadequate style one fears to cheapenK
Glory and that it may be blurred if seenL
Through the eye's used centre not the new marginK
It is the hardest thing with love to burnM
And write it down for what was the real passionK
Left to its own words will seem trivial and thinN
We can in making love look face to faceE
In poetry crooked and with no embraceE
Tolstoy's hero found in his newborn childO
Only another aching vulnerable partI
And it is true our first joy hundredfoldI
Increased our dangers pricking in every streetI
In accidents and wars yet this is healedI
Not by reason but with an endurance of delightI
Since our marriage which once thoroughly knownP
Is known for good though in time it were goneQ
You hopeful baby with the erring toesE
Grew it seems to me to a natural pleasureC
In the elegant strict machine from the abstruseE
Science of printing to the rich red and azureC
It plays on hoardings rusty industrial noiseE
All these could add to your inherited treasureC
A poise which many wish for writing the machineL
Poems of laboured praise but few attainR
And loitered up your childhood to my armsE
I would hold you there for ever and knowS
Certainly now that though the vacuum loomsE
Quotidian dullness in these beams don't dieI
They're wrong who say that happiness never comesE
On earth that was spread here its crystal seaE
And since you loiterer did compose this wonderC
Be with me still and may God hold his thunderC

Anne Barbara Ridler



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